#rookthorne responds
Note
⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
֎ Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕
֎ 500
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
჻჻჻ SMUT: Sub!Bucky, Domme!Reader, masturbation (M), orgasm control
oh... fuck
to me, this is Sub!Bucky to his core.
you know how subs get so nervous, almost exhilarated with the fear of breaking the rules? they crave the punishment that you would have in store for them — it's a routine that had been honed to perfection.
never before have you strayed from that routine with Bucky.
until that night you caught him fucking his fist and whining like the pathetic pup that he was...
“Y–You weren’t meant to be home…”
You stood in the doorway, taking in the sight before you. Bucky lay with his back against the headboard, his chest heaving while a light sheen of sweat made his skin shine in the dim light from the lamp on the bedside table.
The brown locks that framed his face clung to his stubbled lined cheeks and plastered to his clammy forehead. His lips were bitten red and swollen; voice hoarse from the strain of moaning in pleasure for however long he sat there, breaking the very rule you set for him before you left that evening.
No drop spent, no drop wasted, pretty boy.
Bucky’s whine after your command was sinfully pornographic, and it almost convinced you to stay home. But no, you stuck to your guns and walked out that front door.
Only, you came back and found his hand wrapped around his red, weeping cock while it twitched under your gaze. “What did I tell you?” your voice was low with dangerous intent. The wide-eyed expression he shot you sent a thrill of power up your spine — fuck, he was irresistible.
Bucky’s throat worked; the bob of his Adam’s apple was almost painful to watch. “Not to–”
“Not to waste a drop,” you finished harshly. “Yeah, I remember telling you not to fuck your fist while I was gone, and yet, baby…”
“I’m sorry,” he tried, his lips opening and parting so his tongue could run over them.
“Since you seem so determined to break the rules,” you began, and you leisurely strolled towards the side of the bed. The soft pad of your feet on the carpet couldn’t be heard over the thunderous roar of blood in your ears. “We’re going to test just how much you want it, sweetheart.”
The blue of his irises vanished in an instant.
“Go on, fuck your fist, be a good boy for me.” Unable to help yourself, you rested your hand over his bare, quivering thigh. “Come for me.”
Bucky blinked, then painstakingly slowly moved his hand over his throbbing cock. The hitch of his breath was music to your ears, and you cooed at him while he moaned. “You look so pretty, baby, go on, I know you must be close—that pretty cock of yours is crying. We can’t have that, can we?”
“No– No,” he gasped, his hips jerking upwards to meet each movement of his hand. “Please…”
“Please what? I told you to let go. Give it to me.”
The spasm that moved the whole of Bucky’s body was wondrous to watch, and he moaned, calling for you through the high of his climax; all the way until he slumped against the headboard, twitching and panting.
His hand slowed over the slick skin of his still hard cock.
“Keep going,” you said, smirking wickedly. The mattress dipped under you as you leaned in close. “I told you; we’re going to keep going and test just how much you want it.”
what... just happened...
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁
⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁
#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x female reader#bucky x f!reader#bucky x reader#bucky x y/n#bucky x you#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes smut#rookthorne's works#rookthorne responds#Mollie 💗#🕊️💜
136 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello my sweet angel baby kotenok, could I pls request some pastel purple and pinks you talented bitch, loves ya 😌🥰
hello, moy dragotsennyy - I made you three lots, I hope they're what you're after! 🥹🥰💜
❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏
❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐
❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Ties That Bind Us
Pairing: Ex-Husband!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 5.7k
Summary: Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date.
Warnings: Mentions of divorce, small amount of angst, mutual pining, jealousy, kissing, smut, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, p in v sex, derogatory names, spitting, happy ending.
Author’s Note: Unbeta’d, warning graphics and dividers by @rookthorne
“You look so pretty, Mama!” You caught your son’s reflection in the mirror, his bright blue eyes wide and in awe as you finished the final touches up of your makeup.
You were about to respond, but the words died on your tongue at the sight of Bucky’s large form rounding the corner into the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over one another. “She absolutely does, cupcake.”
The intensity of his stare made you gulp silently, and you diverted your eyes back to your son.
Bucky had been doing that a lot recently —looking at you differently, more longing in his eyes than usual.
“Thank you, baby,” you said, ignoring Bucky in favour of showing your appreciation to your son. The knot in your stomach was wound too tight to try and unravel the conflict that ravaged in your mind. “You’re going to be good for your Dad tonight, aren’t you?”
Your son did his best to try and hide the cheeky smirk on his lips — one that resembled his father a little too much. “Of course Mama, I be a good boy.”
Unable to help the smile growing on your face, you brought him into your embrace, snuggling him tightly until he let out a loud squeal when you tickled his stomach. “I mean it, trouble. No staying up late and no ice cream before bed.”
Instantly, his puppy eyes fell to his father, an innocent pout on his lips. “But Dadda—“
“Sorry kid,” Bucky held strong. Glancing to you before looking back to his son, “Mama’s rules.”
“Oh, shucks,” your son sighed as you laughed.
From the outside looking in, the three of you seemed like a perfect family. Picturesque and ideal — white picket fences enclosing a home that was full of love and laughter, wholesome family dinners and celebrations for each loved one.
But things were never as simple as you wished.
The sobering thought made your laughter die in your throat, and you checked the time on your lit up phone screen. It was almost time for your date and you were wary of being late. “Okay, cupcake. I’ve gotta get moving so I can make it on time.”
“Aw,” your son whined, and you ruffled his hair as you made your way out of the bathroom. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you squeezed by Bucky, the scent of his aftershave he had worn since you first met him filled your nose and overtook your senses.
You barely suppressed a moan, a sinful combination that your mind begged you to inhale one more time, while another internal voice scolded you. The lingering touch of his fingers ghosting over your waist made it even harder to listen to sense.
Once you reached the hallway, you shook yourself and grabbed your bag from its hook by the door. The coat over your arm was warm and comfortable as you slipped it over your shoulders.
The telltale patter of feet over the hardwood floor bounced towards you, along with another set of heavier ones not too far behind. “Where you going this time, mama?” cupcake asked.
Smiling, you leaned down and tucked a stray lock of deep brown hair behind his ear. “Just for dinner, baby. I won’t be out long and I promise I’ll be back to make you pancakes in the morning, okay, sweetie?”
He nodded before stepping closer and tiptoeing up to whisper in your ear. “Make sure he treat you good because you deserve whole world.”
Tears sprung to your eyes, clinging on to your waterline. You blinked them away quickly before your son could notice.
Though, Bucky did.
You kissed his forehead, and leaned back to look into his eyes. “You got it, cupcake.”
Stepping forward, Bucky spoke up. “Why don’t you say goodbye to Mama and go get a movie set up, huh pal? I’ll be with you soon.”
Before your son left, he hugged you. “Bye Mama, I loves you.”
You smiled as he ran off. “I love you too, baby — and remember to be good!”
Only Bucky and you were left by the door, your blanket of comfortability was gone and you felt his eyes that held too many memories burning through you.
“You really do look beautiful,” he vowed.
Fuck, you internally cursed.
You tried not to look into his eyes while you fumbled with your dress. “Thank you, Bucky.” You quickly shifted the conversation. “If he doesn’t settle then text me, okay? My phone will be on loud and I’ll answer straight away—“
“As much as I— We would like you home, I’m sure we’ll survive without you for a couple of hours,” Bucky said, recovering from his hiccup smoothly.
Your gazes met — you had always gotten lost in his eyes and even all these years later nothing had changed.
Snapping out of your reverie, you shook your head and unlocked the door. “I’ll um— I’ll be back later.”
Before you could leave, Bucky caught your hand. “Have fun, Doll.”
And with all the strength you had, you delicately took your hand out of his, taking note of the tan line of where his wedding ring used to sit. “Bye, James.”
The date went as expected.
Your company for the night wasn’t a problem at all. In fact, this was the third date you had both been on together. However, the spark you had so badly tried to ignite through bland conversations and one already ringed out similar interest fell short.
Every date you had been on since your divorce with Bucky seemed to lack a certain something for you. Although in recent light, you had come to terms with the fact you that no one’s eyes had the same shade of blue you were familiar with. Or made your heart jump in your chest from excited nerves years after your first meeting.
Simply, you hated the fact you compared every single man to Bucky.
With a sigh, you unlocked your door, careful to make as little noise as possible as you walked into your home. It was quiet, almost silent, apart from those damned footsteps that eased the weight off your chest and yet caused goosebumps to cascade down the bare skin of your arms.
Bucky rounded the corner from your kitchen to the open plan living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand in the orange hue of the darkness, provided by a single lit lamp.
“Hey,” he greeted you, the expression on his face imperceptible. “How was your date?”
You cleared your throat, struggling to keep your composure from the sight of his tight black T-shirt and denim jeans that deliciously hugged his thighs. “Um yeah— it was— it was okay.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow in skepticism. “Just okay?” He laughed. “Come on, give me more than that.”
You sighed in defeat. “I told him it was best if we didn’t see each other anymore.”
Unfortunately, there was only so much of a facade you could fake until it became noticeable to your date. It was an amicable decision with no hard feelings. But, it didn’t help to settle the confusing thoughts in your head.
Bucky took a swig of his drink, placing it on the hallway side table before he began slowly pacing towards you.
You couldn’t discern the look in his eyes, the way they feasted on your thighs or your waist. Backing up against the door until you physically couldn’t break free from the heat of his gaze, you could only watch as Bucky drew closer, right until you were a breath apart.
He brought an arm up, over the top of your head to lean against the door. “Any reason why?” he asked, a husk to his tone that granted you no favours.
A sudden pulse shot through your nerves, the ache between your thighs intense. It took everything in you to not rub them together. He would notice that you were sure of.
Desperate to escape what was sure to be a dangerous situation, you quickly slid out of his invisible hold and hastily made your way to the kitchen to pour your own drink. Bucky joined you only seconds later.
“How was cupcake?” you asked instead, attempting to switch the conversation to a safe topic. “I hope he didn’t cause you too much trouble.”
“He was good as gold,” he instantly replied, staring you down. A beat later, “He whined about the ice cream situation, but I promised I’d take him out for it tomorrow and he was out like a light — we had fun.”
You slightly faltered as you poured the whiskey into a second glass. You didn’t miss his small innuendo of spending more time together.
“Thanks for looking after him tonight. I know it was pretty useless anyway, but—“
Bucky trapped you against the counter as he placed his hand over yours, his deep baritone rumbling in your ears. “Don’t thank me for looking after my own son, you know I’d do it all the time if I could.” He took a deep breath. “If you would let me.”
No. You couldn’t do this.
You immediately dropped the bottle of whiskey onto the kitchen countertop, ripping yourself away from his touch to walk away.
Bucky reached out as he followed you. “Babydoll—“
“Don’t fucking call me that,” you scolded, fury in your voice.
Bucky however, wasn’t deterred. “Doll.”
“No—“
“Will you just—“ he caught you with a firm grip and spun you around to face him. “Will you stop running away from me.”
The two of you were out of breath from sudden adrenaline, harshly breathing into each other's mouths. The look in Bucky’s eyes was wild, untamed — tortured.
“Tell me you’ve never thought about it — us getting back together.” He gripped onto your arms, his eyes flicking between yours. “Tell me I’m delusional and I’ll walk out that door right now and we’ll never speak of this again.”
The ache in his voice broke your heart as much as the day you signed the divorce papers.
“Bucky—“
“Please.” He cupped your face with his hands, glancing between your eyes and your lips while his thumb slowly rubbed over them. “I’m a desperate man, baby. I’m desperate for you.”
You gulped, emotion bubbling over into your voice. “We broke up, Bucky. We’re divorced.”
He laughed wetly, but there was no humour in his tone. “And that means we can’t try again?”
The reasons for your separation seemed to blur under his stare. All the ways you weren’t good for each other leaving your mind and only making room for the good.
“Where the hell is this coming from, Bucky?” You deflected once again.
Your hands shook as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I can’t stand the thought of seeing you go out with another man again,” he whispered, painfully. “It’s killing me, Babydoll. It should be me.”
Tears rushed over your cheeks, you were too overwhelmed to hold them back any longer. You sniffled as you glanced down the hall where you son currently lied fast asleep and obvlious. “I can’t hurt our son, Bucky — I can’t.”
He smiled sadly at you, the crinkle in his eyes ever present but they only made you swoon for him even more. “There’s a reason all those dates don’t ever work out.”
You couldn’t hear it, couldn’t take what he was trying to say. “Stop it.”
“I know you’ve been holding back as much as I have.”
He was pushing you, like he always did and as much as you wanted to curse him, it was working. “Please don’t make me—“
The point of no return came in the form of your most hidden secret spilling from Bucky’s lips. “You still love me, Babydoll.”
Ice ran through your veins, hearing those words out loud that you hadn’t dared let yourself believe. Your mouth gaped open, unable to find the words to deny his accusations until your tether broke.
“Fine! I’m ruined for anyone else!” you shouted, frustrated and scared — a wild animal trapped in a corner. “You’ve ruined me — is that what you want to hear?”
His plump lips, soft and pink curled up. “It’s exactly what I want to hear.”
Leaping forward, Bucky crashed his lips against yours.
He was feverish as you both collided into each other. His hands, unrelenting yet gentle mapped out each and every slope of your body as you stood in the living room, feeling each other for the first time in years.
“Fuck,” he groaned between kisses. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, baby.”
Your head spun, dizzy with want. You hadn’t been touched in so long by anyone, never mind your ex-husband and your heart pounded erratically with nerves, excitement and longing.
Slipping his tongue into your mouth, Bucky kissed you like he was starved, as though you were his only salvation. He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging it harshly to pull you closer to him even though there was no longer any distance between the two of you.
“You’ve got no idea how bad I need you,” he whined into your mouth. “Need to fuckin’— I just need you.”
Without you realising, Bucky had pushed you up against the nearest wall and even through denim jeans you could feel the hard shape of his cock while he unabashedly grinded against you.
You broke for air, gasping as oxygen rushed to your lungs. “You have me, Bucky.” He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck as you panted, desperate to stain your skin with any trace of him. “You can have anything you want.”
He growled, a sound that caused a gush of wetness to soak your panties. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to me, sweetheart.”
Ripping away from you, he grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the laundry room on the other side of your house. You struggled to keep up with his fast strides in your heels, but you just about managed as he shoved you through the door and locked it behind him.
His back was turned to you for a while and you stood nervously fidgeting, waiting for him to face you. His back rose and fell with breathless heaves, as though he was holding back — a feral beast ready to pounce.
“Babydoll,” he said suddenly, rough and graveled. “I need to know you want this before I fuck the shit out of you.”
Holy fuck, the mouth on this man. Your mouth grew dry while you struggled to think clearly in his aura. “I— I do—“ you stuttered, lamely.
He slowly turned around, a wolfish gleam in his eyes with adrenaline surging through his veins. He was tense as he took a deep breath. “Say it like you mean it.”
When you stayed quiet, too hazy to speak, Bucky stalked towards you, lifting your chin up to look him directly in his eyes. “Say. It.”
Closing your eyes, you cleared your mind and swallowed before whispering, “I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my name, Bucky.”
He smirked, the kind you knew all too well — deadly. “Atta’ girl.”
You sqeauled as he suddenly hiked you up into his arms, hands under your thighs so he could place you on top of the washing machine. Laundry detergents and other products you didn’t care to take note of fell from the shelves around you as he pounced on you once again, devouring you whole with his sinful lips.
“Do you know how much I’ve had to restrain myself, Doll — Mm?” he pressed, covering every inch of bare skin you had to offer with his kisses. “How fuckin’ hard it’s been to not drag you back in the house and take you right then while you get dressed up for someone else?”
You did. Because you understood more than anyone the pain of having to force yourself away from Bucky when all you had ever wanted was him.
He unbuckled his belt, the telltale sound of the leather snapping against his hands and the jingle of metal sent bolts of electricity straight to your cunt.
Your mind couldn’t keep up, your vision blurry with the sudden turn of events. All you knew was that you needed Bucky.
“Hurry, baby. Please,” you whined.
Bucky groaned with delight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he bit his swollen bottom lip. “Oh, how I’ve missed you begging for me, pretty mama.”
Rushing to take off his belt, he slid the material through the loops of his jeans and threw it on the floor, not long after hurrying to unzip his fly and shuffle his pants down along with his underwear.
The tip of his cock peaked out of his black briefs and instantly you let out a high pitched moan, even shocking Bucky enough to look back up at you drooling over him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, slightly condescending. “Don’t you worry, Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
Bucky revealed the entirety of his cock, the length just as long as you remembered and the girth as thick as you had imagined in your nights alone with your toys that couldn’t compare.
The slight curve that you could feel the ghost of pleasure from to this day caused you to bite your lip and squirm in your place.
Without waiting for Bucky, you began shifting the bottom of your dress up your thighs, too impatient to wait for him to undress you. It gave you immense satisfaction when he followed the material, slowly revealing more of your skin. His mouth gaped open while he fell to his knees, the thud that sounded surely must have hurt, but there was no other expression on his face than greed.
You stopped your dress just before Bucky could peak at your red panties and you almost laughed when his head shot up, aghast that you had interrupted the show.
The power you held, you smirked. “You want more, Daddy?”
Bucky dropped his head onto your thighs, his breath travelling up to your covered mound — your eyes fluttered, though you kept your breathing steady to not seem so desperate.
Stroking your fingers through his fluffy hair, you murmured low, “Does it hurt to know my pussy is right here and you can’t have it?”
You felt his muscles quickly lock up, his head snapping up to you with a speed that was frightening and exhilarating all at once. The blue of his irises darkened, dilating as he chuckled, “You’re very much mistaken, sweetheart. Because this pussy right here,” he shoved your dress up, spread your legs and breathed into you. “She’s mine, baby girl. And you’ve kept her from me long enough.”
A chilled blast of air hit you as Bucky tore your panties from your waist and held them up. “You wore these slutty panties for that fucker, huh?”
You gasped in shock when he brought them to his nose and inhaled the gusset deeply. He grunted as he closed his eyes in bliss. “Cos’ I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s got you this soaked.”
Your keens amused him greatly. “Bucky—“
“That’s right, mama,” he laughed with pride. “My name sounds so damn heavenly coming from your lips.”
Bucky pocketed your underwear, not caring to be discreet and his thumbs came up to your cunt to spread you open to his eager eyes. “My god, baby,” he gasped in awe. Your hole clenched at the vulgar display. “You’re just as tight as the last time I had you.”
He tested a finger over your folds, running it through the embarrassing amount of slick that coated you.
“No one,” you breathed, shaking your head while willing your scrambled thoughts to formulate into words. “There’s been— there hasn’t—“
Bucky looked up at you from his knelt position, a small slither of vulnerability shining through his lust-hooded eyes. “Just me?”
You gulped and nodded, staring into his wide blues with honesty. “Just you.”
A moment passed between you. The charged air filtered down to that spark that had always been buried through the heartbreak you both endured in your divorce.
Bucky swallowed before placing a single kiss to the inside of your knee. “Then let me make up for that.”
You leaned your head back against the shelf behind you as his lips traveled up the meat of your thighs, yelping each time he gently bit you.
He murmured obscenities you could barely respond to as he edged closer to your pussy. You offered yourself freely, on a platter, as your legs opened even wider for him — the only man who ever truly owned you.
His lips whispered over your mound, a hint for what was about to come. “I’ve been waiting to taste you again for years.”
You moaned aloud, unhinged and unapologetic while Bucky licked a fat stripe up your cunt. Your nerves were alight with pure fire and you instantly grabbed onto the back of his head to push him further into you.
You didn’t care if the action was needy — one single touch of him and you were a goner once again.
He feasted on you, not coming up for air as he switched between sucking your clit and slurping your juices. “Oh my god— Bucky, baby you gotta— holy fuck.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Bucky wrapped his thick arms around your thighs and dragged you closer to him — all too happy to suffocate between your legs. “Sweet as a fuckin’ apple pie,” he murmured into you, the vibrations only deepening your pleasure.
Looking down at him, his eyes were homed in on you, watching your every expression. They were blown out, wild while strands of his hair stuck out in every direction.
Pulling away slightly, his heavy pants blew over your throbbing clit. “Daddy makin’ you feel good, Babydoll?”
You hardly had time to reply as he immediately shoved his tongue into your clenching hole and fucked you with it.
“Bucky!” you screamed to the ceiling. However, a harsh slap delivered to your thigh snapped you back to sense.
“You know that’s not what you call me,” he barked.
Whining, you corrected yourself. “Daddy, please!”
You felt his smirk plastered over your pussy as he hummed into you, “There’s my good girl.”
Your legs began to shake as you felt your climax creep to the surface and Bucky only doubled down with his sinful tongue that you somehow had forgotten he was way too talented with.
“I’m close,” you whispered as your vision began to blur. “So close — please, please don’t stop.”
Bucky continued his ministrations while your pussy fluttered around his tongue. Your release was within reaching distance and you gripped the washing machine, ready to let go until suddenly his presence was gone.
You almost fell forward before you caught yourself with your remaining strength. The pent up tension that was wound in your stomach hadn’t loosened and it took you a second to realise you hadn’t cum.
“W—what?” you mumbled shakily as you blinked your eyes open. Bucky stood there, his cock pulsing and viciously purple, with a smirk on his face, wiping his slick covered mouth with his arm. It disorientated you.
“I haven’t—“ you swallowed the dryness of your mouth. “You didn’t make me—“
Bucky’s cock bobbed as he closed the distance between you, dizzying you even further with a passionate kiss. “No I didn’t, baby.”
You whimpered in despair, the ache worsening. “But Daddy—“
“Nu-uh,” he breathed while lining his cock against your hole. “You’re only gonna fuckin’ cum when I say you can.”
Recklessly, Bucky pushed his full length into your pussy. You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into him as the sheer size of his thick cock winded you enough to wail out.
“Shit,” he cursed, a strain in his voice as he firmly gripped your hips. “Fuckin’ hell— Babydoll, how the fuck are you still so tight.”
Impatiently, you fidgeted. Whether it was to escape how full he made you or try and force him deeper into your cunt you weren’t sure. All of it was too overwhelming to process.
“I can’t,” you shook your head, tears building over your glassy eyes. “You’re too big— Bucky, I can’t—“
“Yes you can,” he declared with conviction while he lifted your gaze to him. “You can take it, sweetheart.”
Slowly, Bucky began to ease out of your cunt. His cock was coated with your wetness and he moaned deeply at the sight. He grinded back into you, his curved tip hitting every sensitive spot.
“There we go,” he brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, praising you. “Taking my cock so good, Babydoll. Just like always.”
His touch was familiar, yet new — all consuming and claiming — and you melted into him, smothering his neck with a litany of kisses as he continued to gently thrust his cock into you.
“M—Missed you,” you confessed, drunk from lust and emotion. “Missed you so much, Bucky.”
The motion of his hips sped up as he began pounding into you with more force. “Yeah? You missed being a sweet little wife for me?” He taunted with an evil grin. “You loved being Daddy’s little slut, didn’t you?”
“Mhm— Always your slut, Daddy!” You sobbed into his skin.
His pace turned unrelenting, fierce after too much lost time. He fucked you as though he would be left out to dry after he was done.
Grabbing your cheeks, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re mine, Babydoll,” he grunted. “Don’t care who’s fuckin’ taking you on dates. You belong to me.”
Nodding your head, you fell mute, mouth gaped wide as you felt the knot begin to build up in your stomach once more.
Bucky looked down to watch his dick glisten with your slick. The obscene sounds created from the amount of your juices leaking out only caused his cock to throb. Your cunt squelched with each thrust he made. But it wasn’t enough for him.
Gathering saliva in his mouth, Bucky spat to where the two of you connected, groaning as it clung to your pussy and stringed out with his motions.
Your squeals of pleasure began to get louder as the coil tightened, “I’m gonna—“
Before you could rush the words out, Bucky pleaded, “Tell me you love me.”
Your eyes snapped up to his, more alert now. He didn’t falter, only fucked you with more abandon.
“Tell me you love me,” he repeated once more, a demand this time.
“Bucky, I—“
“I know you do, Doll.” His hips started to twitch, his telltale sign that he was also close to cumming. However, you had an inclination that he wouldn’t let himself go until you gave him what you wanted. “I know you remember how good it used to be. Let me come home and I’ll fuck you this good whenever you want.”
You gurgled around his fingers as he suddenly shoved them into your mouth, collecting the drool gathered on your tongue to bring them down to your clit. He didn’t ease them against you, instead rubbing tight circles rapidly, bringing you closer to the edge faster.
It was impossible to escape his dark eyes or the fierce hold of his hand at the back of your neck. “Feels so fucking good, Daddy!” you blurted.
“I know, mama,” he assured as he drove his cock into you even harder. “Your cunt feels like heaven.”
“I wanna cum,” you cried. “I need to cum.”
“You know what you’ve gotta do then, don’t you, Babydoll?”
You squeezed your eyes closed. The pleasure started to blend into a mix of pain and you were only slightly ashamed that it only turned you on more. “I—“
“Come on, baby. Give me what I want.” A few more punishing thrusts and you were treading the line of your impending orgasm. Your thighs shook violently and beads of sweat dripped down your chest. But when Bucky grounded out his next words, you fell apart. “Be a good wife for Daddy and tell me the truth.”
You couldn’t hold back any longer, the balance of your orgasm tipping over along with the truth you tried to withhold. “I love you, Bucky!”
Instantly, you felt the pulse of Bucky’s cock, a warm shoot of his load filling your cunt while you silently screamed and shook with the intensity of your climax.
Everything fell deaf to your ears as you fought to catch your breath, slumping against Bucky. His heavy breaths blew your stray hairs sticking out from the sweat gathered on your head while his hips continued to slowly pump into you from the aftershocks of his own orgasm.
You were brought back to the present with the gentle touch of his lips pressing against your cheeks, kissing your skin delicately. “Hey there, Babydoll.”
While you would have normally been nervous, the energy that he had drained you of allowed your inhibitions and walls to crumble, leaving you to smile drunkenly at him. “Hi,” you whispered.
Bucky checked you over, darting his eyes over your face. “You feeling okay?”
“Mhm,” you mumbled, bringing your thumb up to swipe over his stubble you had always been fond of. “Freshly fucked and never better.”
The corner of his lips curved up, a small mirth of laughter escaping him. He licked his lips and you detected a hint of nerves that crossed over his features. “I um— I’m sorry if I—“
You placed your pointer finger over his lips, shushing him. “You didn’t go too rough.” Slowly, you brought your finger down, hooking it into the collar of his shirt. “I enjoyed myself.”
“Good.” He brought one of your hands up to his mouth to kiss the palm of your hand. “Good.”
The two of you barely noticed his length still deep in you. All that you cared for was the weight suddenly released from your chest.
“Did you mean it?” Bucky asked, cutting through the peaceful silence. He was defenseless, all guards down with a shimmer of hope twinkling in his ocean eyes.
You knew exactly what he was referring to and you inhaled deeply before you replied, “I did.”
He swallowed thickly, his emotion clear though his bright eyes. “I love you too — so fuckin’ much.” He nuzzled into your neck as your hand held him close to you. “I’ve missed you.”
A lump gathered in your throat once more. Breathing in Bucky’s scent freely, without guilt this time, you sunk into his embrace even further.
“Can I come home?” he whispered into your skin, a desperate plea. “I’ll do whatever you want — I’ll go to counseling with you, we can take things slow. I just need you back, Babydoll.”
The answer was simple. You knew in your heart there was no one else for you, no one better. No matter your differences, everything would always lead back to Bucky and you were willing to give the two of you a second chance.
“Okay,” you answered softly.
His head shot up, eyes wide and red from the tears you felt gathering on your neck. “Okay?” he repeated hopefully.
You smiled, kissing him gently on the lips before you muttered, “Come back home, baby.”
The pan sizzled on the stove as you cooked the last pancake, a stack already piled high on the counter next to you for breakfast.
Music played softly on the radio and you swayed your hips side to side, covered by a long T-shirt, while you hummed to yourself.
You were interrupted from your task when a pair of thick arms wrapped around your middle, hugging you from behind tightly. “Yknow, I could have had my breakfast in bed,” Bucky grumbled into your ear, his deep morning voice causing your eyes to slightly flutter.
You huffed a laugh before you mumbled, “I bet you could, greedy.”
The bristles of his trimmed beard tickled your skin as he playfully nibbled your neck. “Can’t exactly blame a man when his woman tastes so sweet, Babydoll.”
Your head started to feel heavy as you gave into his kisses, leaning back into his hold and opening yourself up for him.
“There’s a good girl,” Bucky praised you. “You just let Daddy—“
Peaking an eye open, you watched as his hand crept forward, about to pinch a pancake from the pile. He yelped as you swatted his hand away, a pout on his lips while you grinned.
“Nice try, Daddy,” you teased, smugly.
Before Bucky could retort back, a sluggish set of small footsteps sounded over the floorboards and you whipped around to find your son, still sleepy, making his way to the dining table.
“Morning, cupcake!” you greeted him cheerfully.
With difficulty, he climbed his way onto one of the chairs, huffing with the effort and sinking down once comfortable. He looked towards you, blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Mornin’, mama—“
Frowning, your son looked towards Bucky, finally noticing him too. “Dadda?” he asked, confused.
“Hey, pal.” Bucky treaded, carefully.
Your son’s gaze fell to the lack of distance between you and Bucky, his hand still lingering on your waist. Keeping your composure, you waited nervously for his reaction.
“He treat you good, mama?” he asked all so innocently with a hint of fierceness in his bright blue eyes.
You watched with bated breath as Bucky stepped towards him, leaning over the table with his palm up to your son. “I’m gonna take good care of mama, “ he promised with sincerity.
Your son deliberated for a moment before nodding his head and reached out to hold his Dad’s hand. “Okay, can I have pancakes now?”
You sighed a breath of relief. “Of course, baby.”
It was silent for a moment, in your small kitchen while you plated up breakfast for your family. Bucky and you shared an intimate smile until your son spoke up once again. “Just don’t forget about the ice cream you promised me.”
Laughter filled the entirety of the kitchen, a home once again bathed in love — your perfect little family.
#Bucky Barnes x reader#Bucky Barnes x f!reader#Bucky Barnes x female reader#Bucky Barnes x you#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes x reader fluff#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes drabble#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes fanfiction
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Triage
[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]
Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader
Series Masterlist | PART 2 > >
Summary: A slightly reckless and exceedingly charming paramedic carries a young girl into your ER, proving that not all superheroes wear capes.
Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the AU, set in an emergency room, I am not a healthcare worker and my medical knowledge is limited to what I’ve seen in Greys Anatomy lol, incident where people are injured from a derailed train, mentions of wounds & surgery & loss of life, injuries to a young child, needles & stitching, my terrible attempt at writing flirty banter
Word count: 3.2k
A/N: based off the winner of this poll, we say hello to paramedic!Bucky ❤️ this is my first entry for the Connect 4: Into an Alternate June-iverse Event by @buckybarnesevents, fulfilling the prompt ‘First Responder AU’. Thank you to @rookthorne who looked this over for me and gave me the confidence to keep writing it 🩵 banners by @vase-of-lilies
Main Masterlist | Ask me anything! | Taglist | Library
“Incoming trauma. Train collided with a car and derailed. First wave ETA three minutes.”
At the moment your director of emergency medicine announces the tragedy and flood of imminently arriving patients, the televisions in the emergency room switch to breaking news - a presenter, wearing a solemn expression, speaks as a split screen shows what you can only describe as a colossal catastrophe.
The ER becomes silent as all eyes focus on the screens, only the rhythmic beeping of the pulse oximeters cut through the silence, a heavy weight blanketing the room as the realisation of what you’re seeing sets in.
You can’t hear what precisely he’s saying, but you can’t bring yourself to look away whilst watching the live chopper vision of smoke billowing from the train laying unnaturally on its side, barely any movement from the scene makes you wonder if anyone could have survived the incident.
The three minutes before the ambulances arrive go by in a flash, feeling like you hardly have time to mentally prepare for the extent of injuries and potential loss of life you will be facing. Then, almost in an instant, as if flicking a switch, chaos in its purest form descends upon the emergency room.
You watch on as paramedics and firefighters wheel patients in on gurneys, one by one filling up the limited trauma beds in the ER. Dr Stephen Strange directs medical personnel, making sure each case is assigned to an appropriate physician, the more serious injuries bypassing trauma intake all together and heading straight towards surgery.
Your eyes land on one man in particular between the sensory overload of people - tall, broad shoulders with long chestnut hair, carrying a young girl with one strong arm as he pushes a gurney with the other. Who you can only assume is the girl's mother, is unconscious and has blood staining the roots of her long blonde hair. Your heart aches for them as she’s handed over to the surgery team in wait, and even though the ER is filled with many conflicting loud voices, you hear the high pitched cry of the young girl for her mommy. The paramedic, now with his second arm free, pulls her into his chest before making his way to one of the trauma beds.
“You!” Dr Strange’s voice pulls your attention back to the fray and you find he’s pointing directly to you - you’ll forgive him for forgetting the name of a new resident during this moment of crisis. “The young girl with Barnes, she’s your responsibility.” That’s all the instruction he has time for before moving onto the next resident.
As you make your way through the maze of people towards the young girl, your mind flashes back to the footage of the wreckage and how grim it appeared. It seems like a miracle that this young girl is conscious and looks relatively unharmed with the exception of a few abrasions.
“I’m the one who brought her in, she’ll be all alone while her mother is in surgery, all I’m asking is to stay with her while she gets examined.” The well-built paramedic, Barnes, argues with your head nurse, pride and admiration swelling warm in your chest - he’s standing up for a scared, young girl who can’t voice what she needs right now.
“That’s perfectly fine.” You cut in, knowing Christine is a stickler for protocol and would never allow non-family members to stay with patients, even in dire circumstances. If there is a time to bend the rules slightly, you figure this is it. “I think she feels a lot more comfortable with you here anyway, isn’t that right sweetie?” The young girl nods her head, little hands reaching out to grab hold of the paramedics’ large one, eyes brimming with frightened tears.
“Thank you.” He mouths as Christine storms off to deal with the many other patients that require her attention. Your focus now switches to the precious girl in front of you - no matter how hectic the ER gets, how devastating the incident is, your thoughts need to be directed solely on her care, and not ogling at the attractive EMT who is currently soothing her.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” You ask the scared, little girl, but not before offering your own as a sign of good faith. She looks up to Barnes for reassurance before answering.
“Sasha.” She confesses with a small voice, partially hiding her face in the broad paramedic’s arm as she does so.
“Okay Sasha, I’m here to check you over, help patch up these cuts and make sure you have no other injuries so we can get you up to see your mommy as soon as possible. Can I do that for you?” She nods her head, sitting up a little straighter in the bed all the while maintaining a tight hold on Barnes’ hand.
“Can you tell me who your friend here is, Sasha?” You ask as you start your examination, feeling the medics’ pair of eyes watching you intently, something more than just concern for your patient's well-being has heat creeping up your chest to the tips of your ears in silent attraction.
“Bucky. He pulled me from the train.”
“All by himself? Wow, he must be super strong to do that.” You glance up at Bucky to find him staring at you with what you hope is a mixture of captivation and endearment. He offers an enchanting smile, making butterflies, which have no right to exist in an emergency room, flutter in your stomach.
“He also got my mommy too.” Sasha adds, you suspect with the youthful intent to impress you even more.
“As well!” You say in a dramatic tone which makes her beam a proud smile that she did in fact amaze you. “Sasha, I think you got rescued by a real life superhero.” You continue in a staged whisper that not only has Sasha giggling, but brings a flush to Bucky’s cheeks. The bashful blush only makes him more attractive in your eyes.
As you continue your examination, cleaning and bandaging all lacerations, keeping Sasha distracted by asking about her favourite activities and animals, you can progressively feel her opening up and trusting you more. From your experience, it can be difficult to earn a child’s trust when they are in such a foreign place, surrounded by strangers, and in particular in this scenario, when a parent isn’t around. Having Bucky, whom she formed a bond with as soon as he rescued her from the train, stay by her side through the ordeal, has been to both your benefit.
Once you cleaned all her cuts, making sure Bucky held her hands so Sasha could squeeze when the disinfectant caused a sharp, stinging sensation, you begin examining her stomach, prodding her abdomen for any signs of tenderness.
“Does that hurt, Sasha?” You enquire when she flinches and whines at your touch.
“Yes, right there.” You're proud she trusts you enough to admit that, though now concerned about potential internal bleeding. You need to act fast, but you don’t want to instil more fear in her given she’s already had a large dose today.
“Okay, it’s nothing to worry about yet, but I’m going to order you a scan so we can see what’s going on in your tummy.” Your eyes flick instinctively to Bucky, to provide some consolation in a time where you’re both worried about the young girl you’ve both become attached to in such a short time. You see the considerable concern furrowed in his brow soften when his eyes meet yours.
“Will it hurt?” Sasha’s frightened voice breaks your heart - she’s had to endure enough pain and suffering for the day, watching her mother cling to life in an ambulance, you’re desperate not to add to it.
“Not at all, it’s as painless as having your picture taken!” You explain, watching the alarm melt from her features, and feeling the tension in Bucky’s shoulders relax simultaneously. “All you have to do is stay really, really still, can you do that for Bucky and I?” The notion that there is a Bucky and you makes something in your chest buoyant.
“Yes!” She promises without missing a beat and Bucky squeezes her small hands with a relieved smile.
When Sasha’s attention turns to the nurse whose job it is to take her up for the scan, you notice Bucky discretely wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. He says a sweet goodbye before she’s wheeled away, knowing this is where a paramedic and hospital patient part ways. Sasha enthusiastically waves back to both of you as the nurses wheels her away, not stopping until they turn a corner and she’s completely out of sight.
Bucky clears the lump in his throat before stating, “I think it’s my turn to leave now.”
“Don’t think I can’t see you wincing every time you move. Sit your cute butt down, you aren’t going anywhere till I check you over too.” You say as you finish completing the form to refer Sasha for the CT scan, missing the downright cheeky smirk plastered on Bucky's face.
“You think I have a cute butt, huh?” You can hear the smugness in his voice and you have to fight the corners of your mouth from upturning in a smile. He does have a cute butt - not that you’ve been staring - but you’re certainly not admitting that to his gorgeous face.
“Not the point - now, shirt off so I can take a look.” Finishing your paperwork, you finally look up to notice his cocked head and flirty smile. Having studied long hours in med school and worked even longer hours all last year as an intern, you recognise it’s been a while since a stranger has looked at you with this level of desire.
“At least buy me dinner before you ask to see me naked.”
“I’m a doctor, I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” You challenge, even though you’re positive his strapping frame, which fills out his uniform completely, will be even more impressive without a shirt. You have to swallow the saliva forming in your mouth so you quite literally don’t drool at the thought of his unclad body.
“Why don’t we find an on-call room and I can prove to you it’s not.” He teases in a low, alluring voice and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself smiling like an idiot - it, however, does not stop your face from warming like a heating pad. It’s infuriating how beautiful he is, and it’s definitely criminal to act as cocky as he is right now.
“Only if you let me patch you up first.” You bargain.
Bucky finally concedes, unbuttoning and shrugging off his uniform shirt to reveal a wound in his side about the length of a teaspoon which is still trickling blood. The tightening concern which overwhelms your body at the sight of the gash, which is much worse than you predicted he’d be concealing and will require stitches, distracts you from the allure of seeing his shirtless chest.
You shake your head, knowing he would have been fully aware he was injured since pulling Sasha and her mom from the train, and in an incredible amount of pain, but waited until others received treatment before allowing himself to be tended to.
“You should have told me about this.” Tentatively you place gauze over the cut, gently applying pressure to stop the oozing but not firm enough where he’s in pain. You can feel his attentive eyes following your every careful move, and maybe it’s just your imagination, but you swear you can hear his breath hitch in his throat and feel his thumping heartbeat quicken as your hands graze his bare skin.
“There are many people in need of more urgent care than me.”
You look up at him from your position tending to his abdomen to find his face intimately close to yours. You can’t help yourself, being this close to him, but your eyes flicker to his lips, noticing a faint scar along his top lip you could only perceive by being this close.
“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it at all.”
Bucky gazes deeply into your eyes with a vulnerability which makes you doubt whether anyone has ever appraised him that he is worth taking care of. The thought feels like a punch to your gut.
“It’s relatively superficial, I can look after it myself.” He attempts to brush you off. If this weren’t your first time meeting the guy, and you didn’t feel like you were overstepping by protesting, you wouldn’t let him dismiss you so easily. “Can’t you overlook protocol this one time and give me the okay to get back out in the field? We are still looking through the wreckage for survivors, need all hands on deck” He flashes you wide, puppy dog eyes which have you melting at the knees. You suspect this isn’t the first time he’s used this ploy to get what he wants.
As if he can sense your resolve dissolving the longer you look in his mesmerising eyes, he starts to stand. But no, you aren’t going to let those ocean blues and infectious smile stop you from doing your job, and showing Bucky that his well-being is just as important as anyone else who came into the ER today. Placing your hands on his bare, broad shoulders, you push him back down onto the bed.
“You won’t be able to help anyone when you’re back in here with sepsis because this wound got infected.” You comment as you prepare the suture kit and implements you’ll need to first clean out the wound.
“At least that way I’d be able to see you again.” He jests, before sharp intake of breath as you begin disinfecting and debriding the laceration.
Even though you realise he’s joking, hopefully only about not taking care of his wound properly and not about wanting to see you again, you suspect there’s a small sliver of truth he’s hiding. There typically is a grain of truth in every joke - he seriously would have returned to the scene without receiving treatment if you hadn’t stopped him, twice.
“You don’t need the excuse of a life threatening illness to see me again. In fact, I would prefer it that way.”
Bucky eyes you with fondness as you finish up washing out his wound, even through the sharp sting and you expressing your disapproval of his careless actions. You’re not sure what you’ve done to deserve the warmth in his gaze, but you enjoy it nonetheless.
Once the area is numbed, you can instantly sense the ease which overcomes Bucky at no longer being in discomfort. Though the grunts and groans that slipped past his lips were rather sexy, you much rather seeing him in an absence of pain.
The two of you stay in comfortable silence as you lend all your attention to the placement and execution of each stitch, knowing that if you do a good enough job, a wound this size will heal to an almost imperceptible scar. Though it’s difficult, you restrain your focus from how the taut muscles of his stomach flex as you're working.
“Alright, almost good as new.” Is what you comment once you’ve thrown the last stitch and placed a bandage over the area. “You’re ready to get back to being a real life superhero.” You tease, knowing the effect the word had on him last time. You’re pleased to see that same blush bloom lightly over his high cheekbones.
“Thanks for lookin’ after me, doc.” Bucky shows his gratitude with a lopsided smile you could get so used to basking in. As he buttons up his shirt, you allow your eyes to linger on his clearly defined abs for a second before they’re covered over. He really has no right to be as gorgeous and charming as he is. “And for being such a bright light in what has otherwise been a very dark day.”
“Same to you, Bucky.” Guilt eats away at a small part of you that during what is for a lot of people in this hospital such a tragic day, you’ve instead actually enjoyed the company of a cheeky paramedic.
“Take care of Sasha for me, won’t you?”
“She’s in the best hands.”
“I don’t doubt that for a minute.” He says with a tone which makes you think he’s only referring to you, when you were in fact meaning the entire hospital staff. Your heart flutters at the implication.
When neither of you say anything more, silence lingering for an almost awkward length, Bucky turns to leave. Even though you know you eventually must part ways, your heart aches that the end has seemingly come so soon. Luckily, you have a reason to call him back and spend an extra moment together.
“Hang on, you need to sign a release form before you’re allowed to go.” You say, hand brushing his as you provide a clipboard and pen, a shiver running up your arm which you hope Bucky doesn’t notice. If he does, he doesn’t mention it as instead he quickly surveils the document and chuckles.
“If you wanted my phone number, all you had to do was ask.” Damn him and that cheeky, smug grin you’re already falling for.
“This is purely protocol.” You counter, wanting to take his cocky persona down a peg. Bucky simply smirks, as if he can easily see through your half-truth like glass.
“So you’re telling me you don’t want my number?” He challenges, and though you don’t want to admit he’s won this back and forth between the two of you, you’ll consider yourself a winner as long as you come away with a means of contacting him after today.
“I didn’t say that.”
He hands you back the clipboard, a corner of the sheet torn off with his number scribbled specifically for you to take. You try not to look too desperate by taking the note immediately and putting it in your pocket as you plan on doing as soon as he isn’t watching you.
“The next time I see you, I hope we won’t be in an emergency room.” The suggestion there will be a next time makes giddiness rise in your chest as if you’re a schoolgirl with a crush.
“Don’t count your luck, James.” You tease, having spied his true first name on his patient form. “I haven’t called yet.” You try to sound calm, even though you can feel your heartbeat quickening the longer those captivating blue eyes regard your every move.
“I have a feeling you will, even if it is just to tell me Sasha’s pulled through alright,” Bucky pauses, slowly leaning in so you have a perfect view of his exquisite eyes, and his dilated pupils, as he lowers his voice. “Or for a rain check on that on-call room rendezvous.” He calls your bluff before flashing what you’re now sure is his signature smirk, leaving you with a fluttering heart and butterflies in your stomach.
As you watch Bucky walk out the exit of the ER, turning to shoot you a wink before the door closes behind him, you know three things for certain: firstly, you’ll definitely call him tomorrow, secondly, this man is going to utterly ruin you, and finally, you’re going to let him.
Part 2 > >
Be added to the series taglist here
#em writes#Bucky Barnes#bucky#Connect4AU#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes oneshot#Bucky Barnes fic#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes fluff#paramedic!bucky Barnes#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky fanfic#sebastian stan characters#Sebastian Stan
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Test Play
Title: Test Play
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: Game Designer!Bucky x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: Sequel to Perfectionists. All hands on deck around the clock as SHIELD has to put in some extra work in order to get things ready for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East, especially if they want to beat out HYDRA's new pending release. What will that mean for the new development between Bucky and SHIELD's top tier tester when there doesn't seem to be time for sleep, let alone... whatever this is?
Content/Concept Warnings: gamer AU; strong language; SMUT: vaginal fingering, cock warming; beefy Bucky who is soft but a menace
Notes: THE FIRST OF MY PROMISED ANNIVERSARY SLEEPOVER FICS! Also crossing off:
Catching up on @buckybarnesevents WEEK FOUR of Hot Bucky Summer: Free Week: suggested cock warming
Seventh square of @buckybarnesbingo C3: FREE SPACE - seemed fitting to couple it with HBS Free Week
When I wrote Perfectionists, I really didn't think I had more story to tell or that these two would get as much love as they did...so this is something I'm very excited to share for part of my Anniversary Sleepover event!
A/N: AND THANKS to @rookthorne who helped me with a bit of gamer lingo and encouraging these two and literally @vonalyn’s expertise in knowledge of the gaming industry! Chi especially not only steered me in the right direction, but you were so generous and indulgent of my inquiries!
story divider by @firefly-graphics, reblog graphic by @vase-of-lilies
Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest
Steve looked over from his desk to see Bucky’s fingers tapping anxiously across the way on the corner of his desk, chin propped on his other hand, staring – glaring, really – at the clock on the wall. As the leads on the new Avengers story release for SHIELD, he and Bucky were on hold until the feedback from the latest round of testing hit their inboxes.
“You good?” Steve asked. None of them were great right now, but Steve felt keenly the need to make sure as captain of this crew that everyone was at least good.
The glower turned to him. “I’m fine, just… hate waiting.”
The icy blue stare didn’t faze Steve – he knew it wasn’t for him. “Maybe there are some preliminary notes we could get a jump on. Do you want me to go check on her progr–?“
“No, I’ll go,” Bucky cut him off and stood abruptly in the same second. He was out of the engineering and design lab before Steve could even respond.
Steve frowned.
Nat and Sam had gone down to consult with the marketing department, but Joaquin was still in the lab with him. “You know he hates these spots where there’s nothing to do until there’s something to do even more than you, Cap,” he quipped.
Steve sighed. “I know. But he seems even more worked up than usual, he’s never liked having to talk with the testers before now, but I guess desperate times…”
Steve went back to refreshing his inbox because there definitely were more things he needed to communicate back to the other teams, even if the other part of his work was on hold, so he missed the slight smirk on Joaquin’s face.
Bucky was on a direct path, not to be deterred by anyone if they were trying to get his attention in any way. As he came around a corner, he nearly collided with T’Challah, lead writer on the story design team.
“Barnes! My apologies!”
“Oh, no!” Bucky’s face turned a bright red. Anyone else and Bucky with his broad chest and hulking frame would’ve probably bowled them over. “That was all me.”
Though they’d worked together from time to time over the last year, Bucky still didn’t know him very well, but T’Challah was one of the few others at SHIELD Bucky enjoyed working with outside of his own team and he had a fair bit of respect from the man.
“On your way to the test room?” T’Challah guessed.
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Guilty.”
T’Challah smiled. “I just came from there. From our conversation, I expect we’re closer than we hoped on getting this mode online with the rest of the release. She’s not done yet, but I think you’ll like what she has to say.”
You glanced over your shoulder when you heard someone closing the door to the test room. “I can not go any faster, I promise.”
You did a double-take and paused the game when you saw the giant gaming engineer who had ruined you a week earlier crossing the room. “Hi,” you breathed and returned the soft smile you saw on his face. You were glad it was dim in the room so he couldn’t see every detail of your expression, feeling flushed at the sight of him, and biting the slight edge of your bottom lip.
“Hi,” he returned warmly. There was a slight twinkle in his eye as his gaze swept over you. “What is this?” he gestured up and down as he planted himself down next to you, body angled to you and not the gaming screen.
You were cocooned with only hands sticking out from one blanket draped over your head and your shoulders and another wrapped around your legs. “It is Women’s Winter! I’m trying not to freeze in the extremes of corporate American summer air conditioning temperatures!”
Bucky laughed. He laughed around the team, but rarely around anyone else. And this? With you? This was still so new, but it was nice.
“Here, I’ll help warm you up.” Bucky settled in on the couch directly next to you. His hulking frame made the couch dip slightly beneath him, and that brought your cocooned self partially into his lap. He wrapped one beefy arm around your back and the other rested over your legs.
“Hi,” you said again, a whisper this time.
“Hi.” The dimness of the room did not prevent you from seeing the heat that was building in his gaze.
That look made you want to squirm in the best way – to be writhing under him. He was so big you had to tilt up your head to look into each other’s eyes, but that was no problem. It meant a natural invitation for Bucky to lean down and capture your lips in a kiss.
Which he did.
The sweet greeting of the kiss, not having seen each other for a few days, melted away quickly into more. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips, and you opened your mouth to him eagerly. It was hungry and demanding, and he pulled a moan from your throat.
And for some reason your brain switched back on, and you laughed breathlessly and pulled away.
“Buck, no.”
“Buck, yes.”
He circled his arms around you completely now and burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, mouthing at the tender flesh there, a little nipping, kissing, and licking that had you moaning again.
The thud as the controller hit the floor reminded you again that you were supposed to be finishing the test play, not letting Bucky play with your body.
You jumped out of his arms and retrieved the controller.
“Buck, anyone could come in and see us! We’re lucky no one caught us the first time.”
The grin does not leave his devastatingly handsome face. “I specifically locked the door when I came in this time.”
You laughed but shook your head. “That was awfully presumptuous!”
His expression softened, and he reached for your hand. You let him pull you closer as he spoke. “It might have been presumptuous, but it wasn’t my only intention. I’ve been eager to see you, spend time with you. One night of fun last week and lunch the next day before the HYDRA shitstorm… that’s not all I wanted with you.”
He held your hand up and kissed your palm before pulling you even closer. You melted into him as he circled his arms around your waist, your blankets having pooled at your feet. One of your hands threaded into his hair, the other wrapped gently around his neck. He turned his head, resting his cheek against your front, and you felt and heard him take in a deep breath and then exhale slowly. You felt that energy mirror inside of you as well.
You didn’t think he had only used you for one hot night of pleasure – the hours spent wrapped up in each other on the couch after fucking, and then waking up in your own bed the next morning to a text already waiting asking if you wanted to get lunch had said a lot – but it had not been the week to jump into … whatever this was going to be. Ten days ago Barnes had only been the guy you had harbored a crush on and thought didn’t like you one bit since you had been professionally clashing for months as game engineer and game tester.
Literally while you had been at lunch, teasing him about his questionable choice of footwear, Bucky had received a flurry of Slack messages and then a call from Steve. They had intel on review notes from the beta release HYDRA had submitted to one of the first party platforms and Fury had decided to bring the Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval at the end of next week.
Meaning Bucky and the rest of his team had only by necessity taken any kind of breaks to sleep and refuel for the last seventy-two hours, you’d exchanged all of five texts, and had only seen him from across the main floor once in all that time.
So, this was nice.
Your Apple Watch buzzed at your wrist, and you groaned and pushed away from Bucky, hastily moving around to stand behind the couch.
“I’ve got to finish this test play!”
And you hit resume on the game, leaned forward, and planted your elbows on the back of the couch, getting back into the zone.
Bucky heaved himself over the back of the couch and closed in on you, caging you in on either side with his massive biceps, his big solid chest at your back.
“Bucky!” you tried to take a stern tone, but it was hard when you were relishing the measured weight of him against you.
“I’m not stopping you,” he murmured against the back of your neck.
“Bucky! Really!”
He shifted slightly and then you could feel the smirk of his lips on the side of your neck. He planted one hot kiss there, then said, “If you’re so damn good at what you do, keep playing.”
“Are you issuing me a challenge?”
“Just a chance to prove what a consummate professional you are.”
“Challenge accepted. You are an incorrigible menace,” you laughed.
“Actually, I’m cold.”
“You were judging me and my blankets not even five minutes ago,” you said, focused on the action on the screen.
While he remained hunched over your back, you felt him moving again, and you heard but didn’t register the sound of his belt unbuckling.
“Blankets? No,” he murmured in your ear, “I need you to warm me up.”
“Oh,” you moaned when his broad hand cupped your pussy.
“Think you can do that for me?”
He stroked firmly.
“Part of the testing is to see if we’ve got a game that captures the player’s attention, right? I’m just helping you test this aspect, see if a player can become easily distracted, lose interest – that’s the last thing we want.”
Slowly but purposefully Bucky undid your pants and you fought to keep your breathing even and your eyes open and where they were supposed to be as he pulled them down with your underwear. Then he nudged his right foot on the inside of yours to push your legs further apart while two of his fingers moved over your soft, slickening folds. Then he sunk his cock into you, and you both exhaled at the feel of him inside of you.
“How’s that?”
You let out a slight whimper.
“That good, huh? You’re never at a loss for words with that talented tongue.”
You elbowed him gently. “You really wanna play, Barnes? You tease that you just need some cock warming? You get me to break, and then you can fuck me however you like.”
“Oh, I can be patient. I’ll get you to beg for me to fuck you. We’ll see who gets desperate first.”
Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest
Link to the List of Sleepover Games
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#gamer au#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes smut#aspen's anniversary sleepover#aspen wrote something#hotbuckysummer2023#buckybarnesbingo2023#bbb2023#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfic#omg reblogged thank you#kink: cock warming
307 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞-𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭
𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐓𝐖𝐎 | 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝐒𝐈𝐗 | 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
C4001 ⋆｡°✩ ROOKTHORNE
@rookthorne
⭑⋆⭑ Perseverance of Love
C1 | Death AU | Grim Reaper!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Go Baby, Go
C2 | Mechanic AU | Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Jacks and Sunshine
C3 | Tattoo AU | Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ We’re Starvin’, Darlin’
C4 | First Responder AU | Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ I’m Gunnin’ For You
C1 + C2 + C3 + C4 | Drifter AU | Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Honeyed Words of a She Wolf
C1 | Sculptor AU | Artist!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Butterfly’s Wingbeat
C2 | Personal Trainer AU | Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Barnes Bed and Breakfast
C3 | Bed & Breakfast AU
TUMBLR
⭑⋆⭑ A Brush of Confidence
C4 | Makeup Artist AU | Bucky Barnes x Makeup Artist!F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Mischief
C1 | Kitsune AU
TUMBLR
⭑⋆⭑ Blue Sprite
C2 | Gamer AU
TUMBLR
⭑⋆⭑ Doctor’s Orders
C3 | Doctor AU
TUMBLR
⭑⋆⭑ Fit For A King
C4 | Regency AU
TUMBLR
⭑⋆⭑ Pure of Heart
C1 | Lumberjack AU | Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Insatiable Innocence Pt. 1
C2 | Pornstar AU | Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Old Fashioned
C3 | Writer AU | Barista!Bucky Barnes x Writer!F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Lachrymose
C4 | Fantasy AU | Dragon Rider!Bucky Barnes x Dragon Rider!F!Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
TUMBLR | AO3
C4002 ⋆｡°✩ BUCKYISMYBICYCLE
@buckyismybicycle
⭑⋆⭑ swim for the music that saves you (when you're not so sure you'll survive)
C1 | Social Media AU | Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ ruin me
C2 | Dom/sub AU | Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ i'm the furthest thing from heaven, but the closest to home
C3 | Guardian Angel AU | Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ bulletproof
C4 | Bodyguard AU | Bucky Barnes x Sebastian Stan
TUMBLR | AO3
C4003 ⋆｡°✩ CABLE-KNIT-SWEATER
@cable-knit-sweater
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. ♡
C4004 ⋆｡°✩ SIVAN325
@sivan325
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. ♡
C4005 ⋆｡°✩ STAR
@angrythingstarlight
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. ♡
C4006 ⋆｡°✩ SGT-SEABASS
@sgt-seabass
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. ♡
C4007 ⋆｡°✩ NAVYBRAT817
@navybrat817
⭑⋆⭑ What Dreams Are Made Of
C1 | Tattoo Shop AU | Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader
TUMBLR
⭑⋆⭑ In His Hands
C2 | Modern AU | Woodworker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
⭑⋆⭑ Epinephrine
C3 | Adrenaline AU | Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
TUMBLR
⭑⋆⭑ The Animal Within
C4 | Myth AU | Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader
TUMBLR | AO3
C4008 ⋆｡°✩ PURPLEICEDTEAS
@purpleicedteas
⭑⋆⭑ At Last I See
C1 | Police AU | Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark
AO3
⭑⋆⭑ UNTITLED
C2 | Soulmates AU | Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
TUMBLR
⭑⋆⭑ I Want Daddy
C3 | Music AU | Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark
AO3
C4009 ⋆｡°✩ LATE-TO-THE-PARTY-81
@late-to-the-party-81
⭑⋆⭑ Apparently words can hurt me
C1 + C3 + C4 | Modern + Bookstore + Medical | Bookstore Owner!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Steve Rogers
TUMBLR
⭑⋆⭑ Dark Protector
C2 | Bogeyman AU | Bogeyman!Bucky Barnes x Reader
TUMBLR
TUMBLR
C4010 ⋆｡°✩ DEMONANGELSWORLD
@demonangelsworld
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. ♡
Graphics & Masterlist made by @rookthorne / @rookthornesartistry
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x steve rogers#bucky barnes x tony stark#winteriron#stucky#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes series#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes event#bucky barnes fanart#bbe#alternate juneiverse 2023#alternate juneiverse#connect4au#bucky barnes events
44 notes
·
View notes
Note
I just had a moment of panic omg, I was trying to find your blog in the search bar to check if you answered my ask and nothing was coming up, and I was like oh shit why did I get blocked, I always say nice stuff, and then realized I was typing in "naive" over and over instead of navy, and it wasn't even autocorrect 😭 my brain really came for me
I'm here, nonnie! I'm just behind on answering asks. I'm sorry! Been a crazy busy week. Honestly, unless you're a minor or a rude nonnie or a twatwaffle, I don't block too many people.
I hope I answered your ask! If not, I'll try to get to it soon. @princessmisery666 @rookthorne and @lookiamtrying all left me gifs in here and I'm trying to decide just how to respond.
And you lovelies call ME a menace.
Love and thanks! ❤️
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
We're Starvin', Darlin'
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ifKsJMu
by rookthorne
It was only meant to be a visit – to get to know them better, learn of their dynamic and learn just how you would fit in. They, however, had other ideas.
C4: First Responder AU
Words: 5256, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Built Differently
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader
Additional Tags: Swearing, Pet Names, Polyamory, it's legit this time, Fluff, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub, Bratting, Dom Steve Rogers, Dom Bucky Barnes, Brat Bucky Barnes, sub Reader, Praise Kink, Degradation, Dumbification, Objectification, Aftercare, Established Relationship, Beefy Bucky Barnes, Beefy Steve Rogers, Tattooed Bucky Barnes, Dirty Talking Bucky Barnes, Dirty Talking Steve Rogers, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Firefighters, Firefighter Steve Rogers, Firefighter Bucky Barnes, The Author Regrets Nothing
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ifKsJMu
1 note
·
View note
Note
Heyyy! Thanks for always replying to my reblogs and for adding the cutest Bucky pics 💓 it makes me happy to comment on your amazing works and I’m glad it’s a way of connecting!
Also it means that I got sent a cute Bucky pic on my Birthday, which is a gift itself 🙃
HAPPY BLOODY BIRTHDAY, SWEETHEART! I hope you enjoy this present, and I hope you're having the best day! 🥰
⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞
Like hell would your friends let you celebrate your special day alone.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
✿ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕
✿ 585
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
✿ Tooth rotting fluff, rushed writing
𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Today was the big day – your birthday had approached faster than you could process, the days ticked by faster than you could blink, and if Bucky’s reaction (not to mention the whole group’s), today was not going to pass by without a fuss.
You had been ordered, via text, to arrive at the shop at seven o’clock sharp – which was after the doors closed and the shop would be empty.
Which it was. Quite literally.
The windows were dark, lights long turned off, and there wasn’t a car in sight.
“The fuck?” You mumbled, stepping out from your car with a slight frown, the slight breeze kissing your skin and making an array of goosebumps to rise. It was a little disheartening, if you were honest – arriving on the dot to see no one there? Nerves simmered in your stomach.
Swallowing the sudden lump in your throat, you stepped up on the sidewalk and crossed to the door – only, there was a piece of paper taped to the door.
‘To our Sunshine, our Sunny – the love of our lives and the light of our days, open the door, and come inside.’
“That’s not creepy at all,” you whispered, chuckling. “Alright, I’ll bite.”
The door opened with a quiet squeak, but the lights didn’t turn on once you stepped over the threshold. Seconds ticked by as you stood in the darkened shop, and your apprehension only grew – what the hell was going on? “Guys–Buck? Hello?”
A lot of things happened, all at once.
The lights flickered on to reveal streamers and banners, balloons and confetti, covering the entirety of the shop – music suddenly blasted from the speakers along the ceiling, and there, right in front of you, stood everyone.
Smiles blinding, eyes bright, and arms wide. “Happy fucking birthday, Sunshine!”
“Oh my god!” You yelled, your hands flying to your open mouth. Shock rooted you in place and you watched, awestruck, while Bucky rushed forward with the others following close behind. “Guys! I thought–”
“We would never forget about our Sunny,” Steve laughed, pulling you into a bear hug. Your arms wrapped around him just before he was pulled away by Nat.
“Like we ever would,” she chimed in, pulling you into her side, wide smirk on her blood red lips.
Peter rushed forward next, a grin of childish glee on his face. “Hell no, Sunshine! C’mere.” You were pulled into a crushing hug, and you laughed, hugging him back with just as much enthusiasm.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Bucky called, pulling Peter off you. “I would like to wish my girl a happy birthday, can the lot of you fuck off?”
Everyone cleared out to the back room with orders to not take forever, and you were left alone with Bucky who didn’t waste a second on pulling you close. “Today’s the day, huh, baby?”
“Mhm.” You nodded into his chest, revelling in his tight embrace. “It is.”
“That means I gotta say happy birthday then,” Bucky said lowly, pulling you back. You grinned and met him halfway for a deep kiss, pouring all of your gratitude and love into it.
When Bucky finally pulled back, he rested his forehead on yours, and he smiled softly as he gently swayed the both of you side to side. “Happy birthday, sweetheart–there aren’t any words that even cover just how lucky a fella like me is, to have you.”
“You big sap,” you replied, and Bucky laughed, shaking his head.
“But you love it.”
And you did.
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁
#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x female reader#bucky x f!reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes drabble#bucky barnes fluff#rookthorne's works#rookthorne responds#Sunshine#Manny 💜
259 notes
·
View notes
Note
Was giving incubus Bucky vibes. Sorry not sorry.
you are not sorry jfc
Depths of Pleasure Masterlist < to find more of this filth
"Tha's it, honey," Bucky purred, his voice low. You could feel the heat from his hand as he moved to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "You jus' relax now. Daddy's gotchu."
You hummed quietly and snuggled closer, sighing contentedly at the feel of his wing covering your back, the other moving over his body to cocoon you into his warmth. "Daddy'll protect you, sweet thing. You jus' close those pretty eyes for me and get some sleep. You'll need it for what I have planned for you."
and I oop-
71 notes
·
View notes
Note
another perfect, amazing, beautiful, awesome au ruined by a pregnancy
The worth of my work is not equated to the comments left by an anonymous coward.
I will be the judge of whether my work is ruined or made by a singular implied trope; not the conclusion of an anonymous account that cannot even reveal themselves for fear of backlash from such disrespect.
your audacity to come into my inbox and say that I have ruined my own work; what I have created through tears, hard work, and many, many lessons, not to mention shared with the likes of you for fucking free… it astounds me, anon.
I am only answering this because I want you to see what I have to say — it wasn’t others calling me an idiot and a disappointment that irked me the most, no.
it was this.
and, I hope, for all the love that is holy, that in any endeavour you undertake — whether it be creative, personal, whatever it may be — you receive, in turn, exactly what you have put out. tenfold.
21 notes
·
View notes
Note
Anytime your story "𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭" appears on my dash and I see that title, a gigging voice in my head adds: "Dumb of ass" 😂 (Pure of heart, dumb of ass)
okay okay okay
but
why did I see this, and imagine him making a mistake - only a small one, but like, Clover sees it and he is paid out about it for the rest of time?
Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts Masterlist
"You remember that time-?"
The expression of pure mutiny on Bucky's face as he stared at you was impossible to ignore, and you snorted a laugh as his brow rose in challenge. "How the fuck can I forget, baby?" he asked, crossing those muscled arms of his. "You fuckin' remind me all the damn time."
"Yeah," you ventured, your tone teasing as you took a few minute steps backward to be out of his reach. "'Cos you're a dumbass."
Bucky's yell of, "Clover!" echoed off the cabin walls as you hightailed it from the kitchen to the bedrooms, cackling with laughter as you jumped onto the bed to hide under the covers.
I ran with that but I haven't laughed so hard in forever 🤣
39 notes
·
View notes
Note
Lana!! Paramedic!bucky walk so that firefighter!bucky could run 🥵🥵 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSN2AkTqw/
when I tell you that my jaw was on the floor, I mean it fell to the earths core and I still can’t get it back… holy fuck that is my Bucky. that’s him. help. oh godvwjdjejfjjdjxjajejdbd
I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t helphelphelpheeeelp
26 notes
·
View notes
Note
this just screams Bucky being a cocky bastard.
maybe you're just walking around your shared home while wearing a certain pair of leggings, doing housework or cooking or something, and you look around to see him looking at you like that...
as if he was daring you to bend over one more time, just to see what would happen...
god I need to get my mind out of the fucking gutter.
38 notes
·
View notes
Note
He’s so beautiful it so unfair
My heart is on the floor as a puddle
nonnie, my whole being is on the floor as a puddle for this look - like I swear to fuck this is ridiculously unfair
CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW SOFT HE LOOKS?! his hair?! his smile?!
in regards for Bucky inspiration…
thoughts below the cut with a sprinkle of pet names - is this my first published headcanon? IS IT? I think it is 👀
I don’t know what came over me but I hope you like it! 😅🤣💗
this is entirely DBF!Bucky, and this is how he looks on a slow Sunday - maybe he came round to ‘hang out’ with your father, maybe watch a game… until your father leaves, and you two are alone in the living room 👀
“You doin’ okay, doll?” Bucky asked, smiling softly, and it was all you could do to not slip from the sofa and melt into a puddle at his feet.
Your thoughts seem to flicker across your expression because his smile turns into a devilish smirk.
All it took was a beckoning gesture for you to rise from your seat and straddle his lap, careful to not make too much noise - your father was only down the hall.
“What’s goin’ through that pretty head of yours, baby?” Bucky murmured. His right hand moved to cup your jaw before his fingers ran through your hair softly; not leaving a strand out of place. “Huh?”
“Nothing,” you mumbled back, chasing his touch with a soft exhale. “Jus’ missed you.”
Bucky’s perfect lips pulled into a soft pout of sympathy; his low voice honeyed as his left hand rested on your thigh. “I missed you too, baby girl.”
#rookthorne responds#rookthorne’s works#like a smol work#DBF Bucky#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky x female reader#sweet anons#look at you#you activated the muse#bless you 🙌🏻#FIRST TIME WRITING THIS TROPE TOO
121 notes
·
View notes
Note
Just wanted to say Jesus loves you, like fr, not in a corny way. He died for your sins to be forgiven. He knew every bad thing you were going to do and still laid down His life for you. He loved you before you were even born and He is ready to meet you where you are at. You don’t have to be perfect or be in a church to talk to God.
darling, the only god I worship, or even answer to, is this one:
(thank you @sgt-seabass / @steve-kemp)
OH! can’t forget this one, too:
those pearly gates ain’t openin’ for me no more, and your god can go fuck himself 😘
#rookthorne responds#unsolicited religious advice and for *what* nonnie?#the way I fucking laughed at this#wow#what’s in the water these days#stay away from the koolaid#ghosted spoilers
67 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
mimiedosa
boo!!
velvetwyrme
tpyos abound
jericho-jess
jericho jess
gaeilgeblr
FOGHLAIM GAEILGE
goodlordlori-blog
Hello there beautiful stranger.